It’s all restraint at first: pale, quiet, almost hesitant. Then it opens: wild strawberry, a hint of rose, something gently herbal. Nothing loud, nothing trying too hard.

There’s a coolness to it, that Macedon edge thats fine, precise, a little distant. I keep leaning in, expecting more, but maybe that’s not the point. It’s delicate, structured, composed in a way that feels intentional.

It doesn’t ask for attention. It just holds its line and lets you come to it.